There's nothing left of me to see Among the shadows I am drowning in The thought of washing off my sin Is soothing, I surrender to the sea My death is being put on display It's magnificent, you can't put it any other way Nothing beautiful ever lives long Vita brevis, ars longa There's no decisions left to make But no decisions - no mistakes Rosemary and poppies in my hands My dress grows heavy, water makes a deadly weight Life, like a thousand white moths Clings to light, and light makes up for its loss But I am desperate to end this Ars longa, vita brevis